For the Stressed Boy Dear Ho, I don't think I ever told you that I think about the Spotify Jam — in bed, in the dark, on the phone — or the long-distance calls all through the Seoul trip. I don't think I ever told you how shaken I was after January 1st, 2025, but you cabbed over to keep me company. Mostly, I'll never forget that one big group dinner at the now-closed Tokyo Lima. I was being moody, and I saw — for a split second — an emotion on your face. An emotion I dare no

dear lou, i hope you're having a good holiday. i went to a "healing hearts" session by the new normal charity and sat in a room full of strangers in different stages of their heartbreak and healing journey. i listened intently, grounded myself with breathing, and stayed detached whilst simultaneously empathizing with their pain. i have a new found appreciation for what you do for me every week and a new found pride in finding inner peace with your help. i told you i think ill

I saw two green apples buoying in the sea and it made me so happy. (I still think about them.)

(Rewritten from 8/24/2017 journal entry) I agreed to have lunch with a new colleague, and we decided to go to a dingy basement 茶餐廳 (cha chaan teng) on 昭隆街 (Chiu Lung Street). We had to 搭枱 (share a table) given that it was right smack during peak lunch hour. Across from us sat this unassuming family of three — a couple in business casual and a small girl with such a memorable doll face, tanned skin and large watery lake-like eyes. She only stood as tall as a fire hydrant and h